When you look inside yourself for a long time,
you realize that there's nothing there.
How can you want something for that nothing?
If you think about it properly,
there's nothing real anywhere.
There's only one choice with which you fill emptiness.
And when you feel happy for someone else,
you fill emptiness with love.
And that sweethearts is all love can be.
MAKE LOVE WITHOUT A HARD ON
MAKE LOVE NOT SOAKING WET
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem